The Perils of Transvestism
I was telling my housemate about the post I just made, and as he was telling me a story about some of his scars, I remembered another of my own.

About two years ago, in my final year at uni, it was a quiet Saturday afternoon and I was shaving my legs in the bath (I'm of the cross-dressing persuasion). I was just bringing the razor up my right leg, when I managed to catch the skin. All the way up the shin, about 5 inches. After going "oh bloody hell, that was painful", I removed the five inch long continuous strip of skin from the Mach3 razor I had been using, and carried on doing the rest of that leg.

About 20 minutes later, doing my left leg, I manage to do EXACTLY the same thing, and create a matching 5 inch cut up my left shin. I removed a second strip of skin from the razor and carried on, being extra careful from then on.

Later on that evening, I was out with a couple of friends when I got chatting to one and she asked how I was. "oh, I'm okay" I reply "but my legs feel a bit sore because I cut them while I was shaving". "oh dear" she says "lets have a look". So I rolled up the legs of my trousers to let her see.

I think her reaction when she saw the open wounds was something along the lines of "FUCKING HELL!!!!!!" at which point she grabbed a first aid box and started cleaning me up.

When I told that story to my housemate just now, and showed him the two long faint scars on my shins, he squealed, clamped his eyes shut and went "waaaaaaaaah!!!".
(Iris_Wildthyme is three sheets to the wind, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 23:30, Reply)